Sunday, April 22, 2018
For Everything A Season
"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1
Winter is really hard for me. I live in an area with a relatively mild winter climate. Even still, when it rolls around each year, I strongly consider a move to someplace sunnier and warmer. Somehwere that i can comfortably take a picnic on Christmas day and avoid the Seasonal Affective Disorder that I've diagnosed myself with.
While it is possible to make a geographical move and erase a yearly season from your everyday life, other seasons are unavoidable no matter where you live. Plant a seed and it still has to grow before it becomes a tree and produces fruit.
I have a tendency to always work to improve our home, our lives, my marriage, how I parent, our diet, our schedules, routines, organization methods...the list goes on. Improvement isn't necessarily bad. But, sometimes I forget to consider my season.
Years ago, my mom made a wise observation about my generation (and is probably true for all generations of young adults). She said that we all start out in adulthood and expect to be at the stage our parents are in, forgetting the fact that they didn't start there. They had to work to get to that point. We forget to consider the season. A newlywed couple fresh out of college can't expect to have the same financial freedom as empty nesters working in a stable long term job.
Contentment has a great deal to do with considering one's season. If I'm striving for something inappropriate for the season I'm in, I'll never be content. However, if I recognize where I'm at (and that it won't be this way forever), contentment will come easier.
So, here's to remembering that I'm in a season of littles, and laundry (so much laundry), diapers, toys everywhere, kids jumping on the couch, questions, and snuggles, and breastfeeding, and nurturing little hearts. And here's to loving as many minutes as I can.